Koo-koo-ka-choo I shot the eggman Under an April morning sky Immersed in capuccino, and dirty magazines Like David Sylvian in my dreams So from the second floor A violent sound like laughter Someone screams "St. Francis Square police!"

Pictures in the pond, floating rather pointlessly Sont les mots qui vont "Please knock me down!" Everyone says he was first to be king of the underground Finally, finally, dottee Home and free Portobello weekender just you and me